Black Hollow wasn't on most maps.

The people who lived there preferred it that way.

Nestled between endless forests and rolling hills, the town looked peaceful from a distance. Quaint storefronts. Friendly faces. Quiet streets.

But Black Hollow had a habit of swallowing people.

A hiker vanished three months ago.

A hunter disappeared two weeks later.

Last night, someone else failed to come home.

The sheriff called it a coincidence.

The locals called it bad luck.

And somewhere in town, the first storm of autumn was beginning to roll in.

carrying with it a small group of youtubers